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ravenslvt · 2 months

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why does your best friend's older brother have to be so hot?? :(((

☆ suna rintarou x fem!reader (pt.1) ☆

cw: smuut! p in v, v fingering, fluffy, lowk sweet, implied virgin reader, unprotected sex.

pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4

you sigh at the empty water bottle on the nightstand. you look over at your best friend, ami. she was fast asleep. you smiled, glad you were able to visit her on your break from university. you were grateful her parents let you stay over while they were out of the country for some sort of work meeting.

back to the important matter, your thirst. you slowly get up, trying not to wake your dark haired bestfriend. grabbing the tin water bottle and tiptoeing downstairs, making sure to close the door to her bedroom quietly on the way out.

you walk through the familiar halls of the house you’ve known since you were young. all the lights were off except the kitchen light.

walking in, you notice your bestfriend’s hot ass older brother, rintarou, leaning against the kitchen island on his phone. he was wearing his usual loose sweatpants, and a tight fitting t-shirt from your old highschool. it used to be loose on him, it was clear he’s been working out more and gained more muscle. his head perks up, he pauses whatever he was watching and speaks.

“hey, didn’t think anyone was still awake.” his voice is low and a little hushed.

you don’t notice the way his eyes go to your attire, small little sleep shorts and a tank top.

you notice he’s heating something up in the microwave as you reach the fridge, unscrewing the cap to your water bottle to refill it. you watch as the bottle slowly fills, talking to him.

“ami fell asleep and i was thirsty. she always passes out so fast” you softly chuckle. she was always the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, even in your childhood. girl was a deep sleeper.

“mmm” he simply hums, returning back to looking at his phone.

you turn back to face him, taking a refreshing sip of water.

“whatcha watchin?” you lean on your elbows against the counter, peering over at him.

your relationship with suna rintarou was…. friendly to say the least. he was only a year older than you and ami, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a (fat) crush on him since middle school.

you remembered the exact moment your crush on him had started. you and ami were twelve and rintarou was thirteen. you were at the suna’s family beach house for summer break.

you and ami relaxed in the sun, reading your assigned reading books together and laughing over how dumb you guys thought the plot was.

“seriously, this guy is so lame. he just mopes around and smokes cigarettes all day. dude’s gonna have lung problems” ami rolled her eyes at a certain line of the book.

you giggled and opened your mouth to say something to agree. until a volleyball came flying at you full speed. your eyes widened and you just froze. you two were aware rintarou and some of his friends were playing a game of beach volleyball a few feet away.

you flinched and put your arms up quickly in defense, but never felt impact. you look up to see a teenage rintarou who dived to grab the ball before it hit you.

“you good?” he called your name to get your attention. you just nodded, hiding the flushed state of you face with your book. he made a comment on how he read it in english class last year and if you needed any help on the work, he had your back.

“go away, rin. she doesn’t need your c- average help” his sister retorted as he walked back to his friends. he turned his head to give a small chuckle. you never forgot his smile since then.

back in the present, he takes his eyes off his video for a moment to look back at you.

“my game replays. hey, come watch this and tell me if you think furuhashi fucked us over with this serve” he did a ‘come here’ motion. you were at his side within a moment.

you peered at the phone screen over his shoulder. his phone looked so small compared to his large hands. he replayed the video for you to watch. you focused on the teamate he pointed to and it looked like he did a purposefully bad set, aiming right at the opponents head.

“ouch. seemed like he had personal beef with number eight….” your face scrunched in the way the opponent immediently fell to the floor from such a powerful blow.

“yeah, dude let his emotions get the best of him and got the rest of us in trouble with the ref for it” he shuts his phone off, sighing.

“you have another game next week, right? ami wanted me to go check you guys out.” you grab your bottle from the counter.

taking another sip of water, a small droplet spills past your mouth, down your neck, and disapears into the curve of your breasts. you notice the way his eyes follow the bead of water.

his eyes meet yours. and before he can open his mouth, the microwave beeps loudly. he quickly gets up to take the food out with a quick curse, hoping the obnoxious beeping didn’t wake anyone up.

he takes the steaming plate out of the appliance. you notice he heated up some cold pizza you guys ordered earlier in the night.

your eyes go back to his broad shoulders and arms, down to his large veiny hands. he’d matured a lot more since you’d seen him last.

you caught yourself staring, starting to feel a little awkward. you suddenly start to get a little hot, despite what little clothes you wore. you step away to leave the kitchen. your thoughts ran rampet of his hands. you pictured them touching your hair, your arms, your-

“where are you going?” his eyes are only on you now, his arms leaning against the counter to look at you.

“i- um should probably get back to ami” you gulp.

“why? isn’t she asleep? come hangout with your real favorite suna” he smirks, taking a peice of the hot pizza into his mouth.

you roll your eyes and fake scoff.

“don’t let your sister hear you say that, she might believe it” you cross your arms, eyeing him.

he swallowed, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling.

“i mean, it’s the truth. isn’t it?” god he was so cocky today. but you loved it.

“and what makes you think that, rin?” you played along. you step a little closer, this time you lean your elbows on the counter facing him. accidentally giving him a front row view of your cleavage through your thin top.

you see the way his eyes drop to your tits. oh you had him.

“cause, you think i’m cuter” his eyes flicker back to your own. he shrugs casually, a smug smirk on his face. his food now forgotten in his mind. only thing he wanted now was you.

“sure, whatever you want to think.” you sarcastically remark back.

he laughs, circling the kitchen island so now you had nothing between you except about a foot of space.

“oh i don’t have to think it, pretty. i know it” shit, he was getting closer and your heart was only beating faster.

“you’re delusional, rintarou.” you aren’t laughing anymore, smile fading to a more serious demeanor. you were nervous and he could tell.

he smiles, running a calloused finger down your arm. it left a trail of fire down your skin and your breath hitched.

“is that why you’re always staring at me. you think i don’t notice?” his voice is lower now, quieter.

fuck. he knew.

“as if you don’t oogle at me whenever i’m in a swimsuit.” you refuse to look away from his gaze.

he lets out a small chuckle. it was hypnotizing.

“i ‘oogle’ you no matter what you wear” he admits, almost proudly.

you eyes widen for a moment. you try your best to hold it together. his hand played with the ends of your hair. you two had never stood this close before.

you felt the flimsy fabric of your panties start to dampen.

“what’s got you all quiet?” his hand moves from your soft locks to hold your chin, forcing you to look right at him.

“screw you, rin” you retort, flustered. he snorts.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” his face only got closer to yours.

you guys were so close, you had forgotten you weren’t the only two in the house.

“in your dreams-“ you start.

“knock that shit off. admit you want this as bad as i do” he says your name. your faces were now inches apart. his eyebrows furrowed and he just looked so attractive. he was studying your expressions, his eyes never leaving your face.

“rin i-“ you start again. this time his lips hover over yours, ghosting over your own.

“tell me to stop and i’ll go back up to my room and we will never speak of this again.” his hand moves to cup your cheek, his forhead resting on your, giving you a chance to pull away.

but you didn’t want to pull away and he didn’t either.

finally, after what seemed like years of tension, you snapped. going up on your tipy toes to crash your lips on his.

his hands immediately draw to your waist, holding you as close as possible while your hands wrap in his soft dark brown locks.

years of unresolved feelings and tension all poured into one heated kiss.

his hands gripping your waist moves down to your hips, he turns you so your rear is against the counter. how convinient his hips are the perfect height for the kitchen island.

you let out a soft gasp as he bites your bottom lip, he smirks and gently prods his tounge into your mouth, seeking permission first. you lean your head back to let him kiss you deeper.

he was fully addicted to your lips.

he pats your hip and you take it as a sign to hop on the marble counter, he helps you jump up. he slots himself inbetween your thighs, your lips never pulling apart.

“fuck. i can’t believe i haven’t tasted you sooner” he says in between kisses. you giggle at the way he refuses to pull apart from you.

he just grips your waist tighter, his cold hands slipping under the fabric of your tank top. you gasp as he reaches for your bare tits, lifting the fabric to rest above your breasts. you never wore a bra around him. and of course he always noticed.

he gave your perky tits a firm squeeze, you mewl into his mouth as he gently pinches your hardened nipples. his cold fingers adding an extra chill.

rintarou’s hips press gently into yours. you could feel his erection through his pants. you grip his hair tighter at the feeling of his clothed member rubbing against your clothed clit.

you unlatch a hand from his hair and bring it straight to his hardness. he hisses as you rub him through the pants. he could feel a small wet patch forming in his boxers.

“shit, take these off” he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your sleep shorts, you lift you hips for him to shimmy them down your legs, you didn’t even notice where he put them. you didn’t really care.

you were left in your little lace panties. he gave a lopsided smile at how prepared you were. it was like you knew he was gonna fuck you tonight. or maybe you wore these all the time around him, just waiting.

“this wet already?” he sucks in a breath, running a finger over the growing wet patch on your panties. you just nod and focus your gaze on his long fingers. you wanted them so bad.

“rin, please” you grab at his hand that was teasingly brushing over your clothed clit.

“stop teasing” you pout at him. he looks up at you and gives you another kiss.

“you’re too cute not to tease.” he pulls away and pulls your underwear to the side, spreading your legs more. he curses at the sight of your glistening pussy, knowing it was all for him.

he runs a long finger down your folds, causing your grip on his wrist to tighten.

“so worked up, aren’t you? no one ever touch you like this before?” he asks, continuing his motions up and down.

“n-no rin, just you.” you breathily admit, a bit emberassed. it was the truth though, he was the only one you really wanted over the years.

he lets out another curse at the thought of being the first guy to touch you in this way. he was straining against his boxers, his loose sweatpants suddenly feeling so tight on his hips.

“tell me if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” he looks you in the eye, serious. you just nod.

“wanna hear you say it, baby” he pulls his hand away from your cunt.

“yes rin, i swear” you assure, shimmying to the edge of the counter to be closer to him.

he smiles, giving you a peck on the forehead before prodding his middle finger into your tight hole, spreading your wetness to make sure you were ready.

he slowly enters you and you grip onto his shoulders for dear life. he gives a few slow experimental pumps of his finger before you were asking for more.

“this ok?” he whispers in you ear, kissing your neck.

“god yes. more please” you plead in a quiet tone, trying your best to keep silent.

he chuckles and adds his ring finger. just two was enough to stretch you out. it was a delicious pain of his large digits splitting you open. you couldn’t even imagine how good his cock would feel.

you bite your knuckles to muffle the sounds of pleasure you were making. but nothing could cover the wet noises coming from him finger fucking your pussy.

his wrist started to ache, but it was worth it to see the way you were taking it so well. he curled his fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion inside of you. you let out a muffled curse as your legs started to shake.

he kept pumping and curling his fingers over and over. his long thick fingers reached places your little hands just couldn’t.

“i think i’m-“ you cut yourself off with a soft moan, still trying to be quiet.

he just kisses you through your orgasm, groaning into your own mouth. your pussy squeezes around his fingers and he swallows up all your noises. he imagines how you’d feel squeezing his cock like this, while his other hand groping your tit, pinching your nipple. you arch into him and pull away from his lips to breathe.

you pant and look at him, face completley flushed, he slowly removes his fingers. his hand was coated in your cum. he gives your chest a few small kisses, accidentally leaving faint marks on the skin. not an accident at all.

he was panting too. you looked at him, curiously. your eyes go down to his pants. there was an obvious wet stain in the front.

“did you….” your eyes go wide as he flushes with emberassment.

“m’sorry you were just so fucking hot i couldn’t-“ he starts, but you cut him off with your lips. you were immediately aroused again, but this time the only thing that could satisfy you was his cock.

you paw at his sweats, shaky fingers clumsily trying to untie the drawstring. he grips the back of your neck with one hand while the other helps take off his pants. he starts to stroke himself until he’s hard again, still recovering from blowing his load in his pants.

you swat his hand and give his cock long strokes. you finally get a good view of it. he wasn’t small by any means, but not obnoxiously large. it was a delicious size that made your mouth go dry. there was a certain blue vein that ran down from his tip, your finger running over it, making him hiss.

he noticed you staring and encourages you to continue, his thumbs rubbing your thighs in comfort.

you swipe your thumb over his slit making him shiver like a small dog. his tip was so sensitive. you move to try and hop off the counter to get on your knees, but he stopped you, gripping your hips.

“if you do that i won’t be able to last.” he pets your hip sensually. you pout.

“don’t give me that look. next time, i promise” he pecks your lips and your heart flutters. so there will be a next time.

his head rests on your shoulder as you continue to stroke up, switching from pumping it to teasing his tip. he stopped you once his hips started to sputter. he was like putty in your hands at this point.

“p-please” he says your name, panting.

“i need to be inside you. i need to feel you so bad, baby please” he begs, kissing your neck, leaving darker marks in his wake.

you whine at his words, using your legs to wrap around his hips, his cock sitting right above your needy cunt.

“fuck me already, rin” you give his cock a few more pumps before lining him up with your wanting hole.

he does as yous say, slowly pushing in, his mouth gaping wide and his head falls back once he’s fully inside of you.

now your head rests on his chest as you encourage him to move. he slowly pulls out then back in with a powerful thrust. you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out. surley leaving a mark.

“ohmygod rin” you can’t help but chant out his name as his thrusts quicken. you were praying ami was still asleep or she would totally hear the sounds of his hips slapping into yours.

“shh. gotta be quiet, kay? don’t want your friend to hear you getting fucked by her big brother do you?” he clasped a hand over your mouth, you unconsciously squeezed him tighter. your eyes screwed shut tight.

“fuck. you’d probably like that wouldn’t you? want everyone to see how badly you want my dick?” he groans in a hushed tone, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper. he was loosing control.

he gripped onto your hips to stabilize his pace. you guys never broke eye contact as your mouth hung open silently, trying so hard to keep quiet. he smiles at how fucked out you already looked.

“rinnn” you whine.

“m’right here, pretty” he kisses you once again. one of your hands takes purchase in his (now) messy hair, the other one gripping onto his strong arm. you were sure you were clawing into him with your nails, but he didn’t seem to mind.

you were getting close already. he moaned into your mouth as you tightened around his cock. he fed you simple praises from his pretty mouth, encouraging you to cum.

your thighs tightened around his hips, wanting him to be even closer, if that was even possible.

“i got you, baby. let go” he whispers inbetween kisses.

he bites your lip as you cum on his cock, squeezing him in every possible way. you whine into his mouth, the kiss now turned so messy a bit of drool fell from your mouth.

he fucked you through your orgasm as you shake in his hold, he was holding back his own until you were satisfied. you started to mewl from the overstimulation of his veiny cock pounding into you.

he pulls out, pumping himself until he finishes on your thigh, letting out a hushed moan of your name from his lips, making you squeeze around nothing. both of you breathing heavily.

after you both cool down from your highs, he looks at you, full of admiration.

“you did amazing” he kisses your cheek.

once your mind fog clears, the realization hits you. you just fucked your childhood crush, your bestfriends brother. a part of you feels a little guilty, but the other part of you wants nothing more than to do it again.

he notices your hesitation, placing a gentle hand on your hair so soothe it down.

“hey, you okay?” he asks. you didn’t even notice when he had pulled his pants back up, or when he put your top back in place over your tits.

you give him a soft smile.

“i’m okay” you assure him.

“good” he smiles back, he grabs a nearby kitchen cloth and wipes off his spend from your thigh.

“gross, rin. people use that towel” you scold.

he just shrugs “i’ll throw it in the wash”

you both knew in your heads you couldn’t tell anyone about this.

it was your little secret.

suddenly, rintarou’s phone lights up from across the counter. he puts your panties back in place, grabbing your sleep shorts and putting your legs through them so you could put them back on. he snatches his phone for you both to see.

‘WEATHER WARNING: all schools in the area shut down for another two weeks’ the notification read.

your eyes widen. looks like you’d be staying at the suna’s house for a lot longer than you thought.

the next morning

“ouch, looks like your girl maimed you” ami laughs over her waffles. you sit next to her, pouring the syrup over your own. rin almost chokes on his food and your head snaps up.

“what?” he says with a mouthful of bacon. ami points to the scratches on his arm and the literal bite mark on his shoulder. your eyes go wide. you made sure to wear a hoodie to cover your own marks.

“aww rin hooked up with a wolf!” you add, trying not to raise suspicion. he squints his eyes at you, swallowing his food.

at least he had the decency to wipe down the counter before we ate.

“something like that” you eye eachother before turning back to your breakfast.

this was gonna be a long stay.

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a/n: i kinda wanna make this a mini series lollll lmk of you’d like a pt.2 (this is highkey ooc but idc!!! its fanfiction!!!! i love my fake man fr)

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iicedmatchalatte · 10 months

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Astro Observations p. 2🧞‍♀️

**** Hiii, I’m backkkk. Hope everyone is feeling v sexy;)

You tend to idealize and look up to people with their moon as your mid heaven, for example my MC is In Capricorn and I adoreeeee Capricorn moons ( Amy Winehouse, Stevie Nicks, Andre 3000, Cher, Pedro Pascal)

Vesta making hard aspects to Saturn (conjunct, square, opposition) can indicate a repressed sexuality. (Can confirm— Vesta conjunct Saturn)😕

Pisces suns are NOT pushovers, most Pisces’ I’ve met have been rather feisty.

Many celebrities with Pluto in the 8th house have had tragic deaths ( Princess Diana, Aaliyah, Selena, Bruce Lee, Jimi Hendrix)

Venus in 12th house synastry are past life lovers who cannot be together in this life. (Kerry Washington and Tony Goldwyn have this aspect💀)

Most Virgos/Virgo placements are really into perfume/smelling good over all they have great hygiene

NSFW👹 Having your mars in a a water house (4,8,12) indicates being naturally very lubricated down there 👇 Same goes for synastry, having sex with someone you share these placements with, water works every time.

Having a Cancer moon may mean that in some point in your life you struggle with substance abuse.(Ex: Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Mac Miller, Lil Peep, Drew Barrymore, Natasha Lyonne) I feel that these moon signs struggle with facing reality, as they get overwhelmed with their intense emotions and cope with drugs.

I’ve noticed that most Gemini placements are apart of the LGBT community

Scorpio Suns aren’t the sexy and mysterious beings people make them to be, it’s really those Scorpio inner planets that are the enigmas

I swear every time I have 8h synastry I can feel it, I feel like a robot in their presence, my body movements are controlled; my breathing is uneven, I don’t know how to walk or speak, the tension is palpable🥵. It’s Awful.

#astro notes #astro observations #astrology #synastry

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ridestomars · 9 months

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ISN'T SHE LOVELY? – S. HARRINGTON

𖥻 summary: the party meets y/n and steve's firstborn. 𖥻 pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader 𖥻 warnings: girl dad!steve. the baby's name is amelia. too much fluff. everyone is alive and well thank you. one dirty dancing reference. bad grammar, italics & not proofread (hey it's me). 2k-ish words. weird divs :/

💭 liv's thoughts: this is based on an idea i had last year (s4 i miss you) and a sequel of sorts to my 'all is well universe' of sunny days that won't ever end – you don't have to read it, but pls do it's v sweet. i hope you like it! <3

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

The sound of loud chattering could be heard from the end of the hallway, which wasn't surprising, given the number of people that were sharing the limited space of the apartment's living room. The kids – can you even call them that anymore? – were never known for their ability to speak quietly whenever they were together. However, everyone seemed to be in such a good mood that you can even hear the loud sound of Jonathan's laugh. There's a first time for everything, right?

You held the small baby in your arms, walking in slow steps out of her little nursery. Though you tried not to disturb your daughter too much, Amelia already had her big brown eyes open and searching for the source of all that noise. She wasn't used to such noises, being too accustomed to her parents' soft-spoken voices and the entertaining sound of their television – that didn't play anything other than Steve's recordings of Barney episodes. It's only natural that she finds the commotion strange.

As you arrive in the living room, you are greeted by Steve in his typical mom pose, hands on his hips as he watches Michael and Max's every move, anxiously waiting for his girls. From his stance, you can see that he already regrets the idea of inviting everyone over. Taking in the very worried furrow of his eyebrows, you just know that he is going over the most pessimistic thoughts as he looks at the crowded living room.

Appearing with the small baby in your arms, everyone gasped in surprise and amazement, including Steve, who quickly made his way over to you with the goofiest, most endearing smile. His big hands wrap around Amelia's small frame, as he leans down to take her from your arms. He has that sweet look on his face, that brightens even more when he sees the chubbiness of the baby's laughing cheeks. Delicately, like he's carrying the world's most precious jewel (he is!), your husband shows Amy to everyone, with a proud glimmer in his eyes.

"There she is!" he maneuvers her chubby body tenderly, making the baby sit on his arm to face everyone. Her upper body leaned on his chest for support, and she squealed happily when her curious eyes noticed how many people were in their living room. Unhesitating, Steve translates it to everyone, "Millie says hi".

That was enough to erupt a string of awws, sighs and one high-pitched "she's so adorable!" from Eddie. It was funny to see how a human being so small had everyone wrapped around her tiny little finger. Even Max, who usually had a hard time showing any emotion other than pure annoyance, was goofily smiling at the baby, admiring her brown (and very full) hair and round cheeks.

The kids were the most eager to get to know Amelia, with Dustin being the spokesman for their wishes, telephoning almost every day since the baby was born to ask when they could meet her. So, it's no surprise that the first person to make grabby hands to hold her next was Henderson himself. "C'mon, Steve, let me hold my goddaughter!" he exclaims as he looks at your girl in absolute awe.

"Your goddaughter?" Eddie asks, scoffing from his seat at the couch's armrest, next to the boy. "Yeah, right".

"Guys," Robin quickly intervenes, rolling her eyes as she watches the two bickering all over again over the matter. She was seated comfortably in the chair by your living room's small table, alongside Vicky. "Not this again, please?"

That wasn't enough to silence Eddie and Dustin, who began to argue harder about who is supposed to be the baby's godfather. The usual arguments were professed, "You're not old enough!", "but I'm the most mature!", "The baby's lullaby shouldn't be Dio!", "And it shouldn't be Weird Al Yankovic either!"

Given that he couldn't clap, Steve stomped his foot on the ground as he commanded the room's attention to him again, "Hey, hey, hey!" he exclaimed, letting out a satisfied breath when everyone falls silent again. "So, before we let you hold our daughter, I'd like to go over some rules-".

Loud groans erupt from everyone's mouths, and Amelia looks up at her dad, even more curious.

The kids were squished on the living room's small couch, surprisingly fitting in the space where you and Steve had a hard time adjusting in. Eleven was sitting on the side of the couch's armrest, patiently kicking her feet as Mike, Will, and Dustin elbowed each other in a silent fight for more space by her side. At the end of the couch, Max, Lucas and Erica found a way to position themselves without struggling too much. It was so crowded that poor Suzy had to sit on an old puff that Steve had bought in a garage sale when you moved in together ("It'll come in handy one day, you'll see!" Steve exclaimed while he walked off the sale holding the object, victoriously), right at Dustin's feet. On one side of the sofa, Eddie was slouched on the armrest, while Nancy sat on the other, as put-together as ever. Near her, Jonathan leaned against the apartment's wall, chatting with Argyle and Eden.

Amelia was carefully handed to Dustin, who sat in the middle of the couch. You figured it was the best position to have everyone look at her, an democratic decision, but it was still possible to hear Eddie complaining under his breath.

Your daughter got used to Dustin's hold fast, only shifting her tiny body over his arms a couple of times to find her position. When she did, Amy made one of those adorable baby sounds, showing everyone that she was incredibly satisfied now; and it was like the world had stopped for all of them. The only thing that mattered was to witness baby Harrington simply exist. Feasting your eyes on the scene, you hold Steve's waist, hugging him from behind as you rest your face against his arm, not being able to battle the tears that filled your eyes. Your heart was swelling with pride.

"She's pretty," El murmured, her voice sounding even quieter now, as her eyes sparkled at the sight of the little one.

With a trembling voice, Dustin agreed, "She is very pretty".

"Yeah," Will says as he watches Millie yawn, "She looks just like you, Y/N".

"Lucky for her," Mike and Max remark in unison, immediately glaring at each other with narrowed eyes. That makes everyone laugh, and baby Amelia opens up her eyes to check it out, opening a toothless grin after. Max, feeling as if her witty remark was stolen by the boy, adds, "It'd be such a shame if she had Steve's dead-fish stare. Thank God she has Y/N's eyes, too".

At that, your husband gawks at her, letting out an offended gasp. He's so upset that his mouth hangs open, as he looks at her, in complete silence. Catching his incredulity, Max only shrugs, as if to say, "What can I do?".

"Well, at least she has his hair," Lucas observes, mediating the situation, as usual.

"Thank you, Lucas!" Steve breathes out, feeling he got the justice he deserved.

The bickering soon faded into a familiar silence, as everyone's attention fell fully on your little girl, who slept peacefully in Dustin's arms, completely ignoring the commotion around her. And that was when the emotional weight of the moment fell on all of you. Glistened eyes watched in tranquility as the baby squirmed every once in a while, as the importance of the scene settled. Amelia's sole existence reassured you of a peace that you hadn't known in years, as if she was the last step in sealing the serene fate that awaited all of you. She was living proof that life is still normal, and despite all the hard times, it isn't all that bad, actually.

Seeing those grown-up kids taking care of a small piece of you and Steve filled your heart with delight, and a different sense of fulfillment that you hadn't known until now. It's so meaningful.

The nostalgia of seeing their sweet faces intensified when the kids started to argue about who was going to hold Amelia next, and suddenly the apartment was filled with loud chattering all over again. Just like the old times… but, somehow, better.

"Jonathan, look!" Nancy points out to little Amelia scrunching her nose, as if to suggest that he should snap a picture of the baby like that. Now, the kid was laying in Robin's arms, having her full head of hair brushed by Auntie Bobby – the lame nickname was picked by Steve, of course. "What a cute little nose you have, Amy!"

The oldest Wheeler compliments the baby in a high-pitched tone, as if the girl would actually understand. By her side, Jonathan kept taking pictures of the baby, snapping beautiful frames with that domestic feeling that you're growing used to; he promised that he'll develop all of them later.

"When's her birthday?" Eden asks quietly, as she smooches her face against Argyle's arm, watching the baby in wonder.

"October thirty-first," Steve answers quickly, not helping himself. Ever since the baby was born, he started to cultivate this staggering need to answer anything Amelia-related, talking about her constantly as if he didn't know how to chat about anything else.

With that spaced-out way of his, like he just had snapped out of a trance by the baby's birth date, Argyle lets out a chuckle, looking down at Millie with… respect, it seemed. "Ooh, Scorpio. Cool, man".

Then, everyone falls back into silence, just appreciating her small features and lovable babbles. However, Steve seems a little skeptical about how cool it is for his kid to be a Scorpio, and he slowly turns his head to look at you, giving Argyle a bit of a side-eye when he does so. "What did he mean by that? Isn't that, like, bad?" he whispers to you, still watching your friends interact with Amelia from the corner of his eyes.

"No!" you immediately reassure him, telling a little half-truth, "It just means that she's very… sweet".

Steve seems satisfied by your answer, mainly because he doesn't ask any further questions, and he goes back to keeping his eyes on Robin, making sure that she's holding your kid correctly. It isn't his fault that she has spaghetti arms, alright?

Eddie soon joins in, though he doesn't look very pleased about it, walking to stand in front of Robin with an exasperated expression on his face. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking down at the girl. You watch the scene unfold with confusion.

"Well?" he asks, lifting his eyebrows as if he is waiting for something, though he doesn't say what it is.

Rob looks up, still playing with the baby's hair, pursing her lips while she waits for Eddie to explain why he is interrupting her moment with Amelia. From over her shoulder, Vicky makes funny faces at the small girl, making loud squeals come out of your daughter's mouth.

When he doesn't say anything, Robin asks, "What, Munson?", blinking her eyes vigorously as she tilts her head.

"You're taking too long!" he tells her like that was the only answer possible. "It's been fifteen minutes already, it's my turn!"

After Eddie's little protest (thankfully, he didn't feel the need to get on top of your table this time), everyone took turns holding baby Millie in their arms. You didn't mind it, because you knew that your friends were just very excited to be meeting your daughter for the first time, but you cannot say the same for Steve. He was hating every second of it.

"Y/N, I can't take it," he breathes out once he pulls you to the side, hiding with you in the kitchen, away from prying ears, "They're passing her around like a joint".

"Relax, Stevie," you try to calm him down, though it's useless. Spying into the living room again, you see that Amelia is laying in Eleven's arms, which warms your chest a little. "El's rocking her to sleep, there's no prob-"

You quickly stop talking when Mike takes the baby from his girlfriend's grasp, having a hard time managing his long limbs around the kid's small frame. Eyes widening, you look to Steve, wanting to catch his reaction to the scene.

And he's fuming.

But just as he is getting ready to stomp his way over to Michael, you hold his arm, keeping him back and away from the kids. "Give them a break," is how you begin to reason with him, "he's getting the hang of it".

"Well, my daughter shouldn't be their little guinea pig," he huffs back, crossing his arms.

"Don't be like that," you persuade. "You didn't know how to hold her either, and now you're, like, a pro. Right?".

His hardened expression seems to melt at your compliment – Steve always feels so elated whenever people praise his parenting skills, especially when it comes from you. Your husband's cheeks flush a little, and he looks down, a bit bashful.

"You mean it?" he asks, playing with the loose seems of his yellow sweater.

"Of course, I mean it," giggling, you get closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pull him in for a hug. "She's so lucky to have you as her dad. Actually, we're so lucky to have you in our lives".

He chuckles a little, pleased to still gain such flattery from you. From where you stood, you can clearly see the timid redness that cripples from his neck up to his cheeks, which makes him seem even more adorable in your eyes. But even his striking looks didn't distract you from the intimate feeling of his hand resting over the small of your back, drawing you closer for a sweet peck on the lips. It's funny how still after all this time, Steve was able to make you feel endless electricity and warmth just by the simple touch of his lips.

Unfortunately for you, the pleasant moment was ruined by someone clearing their throat. Pulling apart from the kiss, you and Steve looked ahead, catching Eddie and Dustin's embarrassed faces after interrupting.

"Hey, so, hm…", Dustin starts, clearly not knowing how he should start, still very awkward succeeding the scene they had just break in on.

"We have settled on who should be Amy's godfather, and we swear-", Eddie cuts in, talking at full speed. But before he could get on with their (definitely) deep and sensible reasoning, you hear Steve groaning. "Jesus, guys. Not this again".

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Word Count ➳ 1.3k

Content Warnings ➳ Sexual content, p-in-v, overstimulation, swearing, praising, pet names (darlin’), mentions of dangerous situations, TERRIBLE FLIRTING…

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YOU REMEMBERED ROCKING YOUR HIPS BACK AND FORTH.

Throwing your head back as your mouth opened to let out another loud moan as your orgasm came crashing down on you.

You must’ve been on the fifth… Seventh? Maybe more? You lost count, Daryl made you lose count.

He was brutal, ruthless, fucking you over and over again. Yet you had no complaints.

All night, you were worried about something you shouldn’t have to be worried about. He made you lose your mind, losing yourself, and letting go in the pleasure.

“Let me hear ya.”

“Gotta be patient for me.”

“Jus’ like tha’.”

“Doin’ a good job for me.”

Your body went limp for a second but it didn’t stop Daryl from slowing down, he kept your sweaty body close to his, thrusting his hips up as his arms wrapped around you.

“Daryl!” You whined, chanting his name like a mantra.

“Goin’ weak on me?” He grunted.

You attempted to shake your head, your no getting cut off by another gasp.

“One more, gimme one more.” As if he didn’t say that hours ago. Daryl knew what he was doing, driving you to the edge each time.

Daryl pushed you onto your back, your head hanging off the bed, his hands moved to clutch your waist.

Your hands come to his chest, hooking your legs around him. “Please, Daryl!” Starting to feel overwhelmed.

“Ya can take it, darlin’.”

You sat at the table, a cup of freshly brewed coffee in your hands. Daryl left in the early hours of the morning, giving you a vague answer as he left your apartment.

Amy came into the kitchen, as she had come over to your place an hour after Daryl left. She saw you sitting in silence but she could see it in your eyes.

“So, spill it.” Amy smirked, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the pot. “How was the night with Mr. Leather jacket mysterious man?”

You let out a small laugh, feeling your face warm up. “He was… Different. Excitin’. He ain’t like anyone before.”

Any leaned against the counter, bringing the hot cup to her lips, careful not to burn herself. “Different how?”

You paused, trying to find the right words. “He’s… He’s unpredictable. B-But in a good way! It brings this energy into my life, fillin’ what was missin’ in my life.”

Amy lifted an eyebrow. “All that from one night? A couple of hours?” Her voice filled with concern and suspicion. “And Shane? He’s crazy about you.”

“I-I know, but I know if I’m with Shane. It’ll be somethin’ I don’t want to settle, especially settle for him. I don’t want that.”

Amy slowly nodded. “But (Y/n), I’ve seen too many girls in my college choose the adrenaline life over a safety net given to them and most of the time, it doesn't end well.”

You opened your mouth to speak but Amy’s groan interrupted you. “Shit. I gotta go before my professor docks my damn grades.” She took the cup with her as she rushed to your door. “Remember! Tell Shane you don’t want him!”

“I’ll try!”

“You will! I don’t wanna hear you complaining about him!”

You happily waved her off, letting her leave with your cup. But you knew she would come back with it, wouldn’t be the first time.

You stood with a huff, walking to the kitchen to dump the rest of your coffee down the kitchen drain.

You turned on the faucet to wash the cup, a knock startling you. You turned the faucet off and headed to your door to look through the peephole.

You grumbled, seeing Shane on the other side. You debated for a moment but decided to open the door to him.

“Hey.” Shane greeted you, his hat in his hands. It seemed like he was fumbling with it.

“What are you doin’ here Shane?” You asked him. “Thought you had work.”

“I was in the neighborhood. Did you get my voicemail?”

Right… He was calling you back when you were in the club, probably calling you when you were getting screwed by Daryl.

“Sorry. I had a rough night.”

“Is it alright if I come in? I jus’ wanna talk.”

You stepped aside, letting him come in and take a seat at the table. You closed the door and locked it.

You sat as well, feeling the atmosphere become tense. You were unsure how to start the conversation or if you wanted to talk at all.

Shane cleared his throat, setting his hat down on the table. “I, uh, wanted to talk to ‘bout the yesterday mornin’.”

“Right…” You knew where the conversation was going to go or how it was going to end. Better to say it now, you don’t want this biting you in the ass. “Shane-”

“Maybe they’re onto somethin’.” Shane immediately said, leaning in. “We’ve known each other for so long. I care ‘bout you, (Y/n).” He then took your hand, holding it tightly. “I want my future to have you in it.”

Your eyes shifted around the room, Shane’s eyes to the table, the door, and the coat rack. “I don’t know, I-I mean, I see where you’re comin’ from but-”

Disappointment was clear across his face. “But? But what? We have somethin’ special between us, don’t you want that?”

You started to panic, your eyes coming back to him. “I do but-!”

“But what?” He repeated. “Is it time you want? I ain’t a patient man. Jus’ give me a night, a chance, I’ll show you-”

Your phone ringing cut him off.

You pulled it out and saw the caller ID, an unknown number.

“Go, take the call.” Shane’s tone was cold, he reluctantly released your hand.

You retreated to your bedroom, shutting the door quietly. You opened the phone and brought it to your ear. “…Hello?”

“Daryl.” You heard him over the phone. “Nearly thought you lost yer voice.” He laughed.

“How did you get my number?”

“It don’t matter. Ya free tonight, midnight?”

You were taken aback by the invitation Daryl gave you. “Uh, yeah… Why?”

“I’m taking ya ridin’.” Daryl replied.

A smile formed on your lips, nearly calming you. “That sounds great.”

After a few more words, you put your phone back in your pocket and came out of your room. When you returned to the kitchen, Shane was gone. You sighed, ashamed.

Amy was going to have your head.

You hurriedly got ready, opting to wear loose-fitting clothing such as a skirt and a v-neck lace blouse. You’ve been wanting to wear it for a while but never got the chance to.

With a glance and a posing session in front of the mirror to test if the outfit was good or if you would need to change for the hundredth time. You grabbed your jacket and keys and headed out the door.

You heard a rumble of a motorcycle engine, it got louder as you made your way to the parking lot.

You spotted Daryl leaning against his sleek motorcycle, a grin across his face.

“Right on time.” Daryl commented, feeling his eyes on you.

“Wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.” You replied you couldn’t help but smile widely. “You ready to take me for a ride, Judas?”

Daryl handed you a helmet, his fingers brushing against yours. “Only if ya can handle another one, darlin’.” He teased you.

Taking the helmet, you shot him a playful glare as you secured it in place. You swung your leg, and straddled the seat, finding his waist to hold.

“Hold on.” Daryl warned you. “Wouldn’t want ya fallin’ for me too soon.”

He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the open road, the air suddenly whipping through your hair.

You gasped at the sudden speed, your heart nearly pounding out of your chest…

Amy can get your head later.

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Mi Cielo

pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

summary: reader and Javier are coworkers that typically hate each other, but find each other helpful in relieving that stress

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count:4.4k

warnings etc: smut, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, pet names, established relationship. Mentions of SA-the start and then Javi saves you, please do not read if this is triggering NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: I thought about this being another prologue and then thought…nah, way too much admittance of feelings for this to be before that! Anyways, please enjoy, let me know if I misspelled anything or got anything wrong in regards to grammar, Spanish, etc.

You and Javier had gotten into a routine. Every Thursday or Friday, you would lock the doors to the archives and head upstairs to see if he was still at his desk. If he was, you would drive yourself home and he would follow you 10 minutes later. If he had already left, you would drive to his place, greeting you with the door open and a beer held out to you, a smirk on his face.

If you went to his place, you typically left right after, sometimes going out in the same evening, especially if it was a Friday. Peña knew you did it, and for the first few months, he tried to not let it bother him even though he was falling way too quickly for you. You refused to speak of what you were doing at the workplace, only allowing sidelong glances at each other before coming up with your system after the third time you had been together.

At the end of the day he just wanted to be alone with you, and sometimes if it got to be too much he would purposefully flirt with your friends in front of you. Amy was always willing to speak to him, and he knew she typically would tell you about it after which was his only way to silently communicate to you that if he wanted to he could, but that he held out for you. He only wanted you.

Maybe that wasn’t his best method.

Even with your stone-cold face never showing any ounce of discomfort with him flirting with others in the office, you take it out on him with actions. From leaving the cream out of his coffee when you brought in treats from the cafe around the corner, to only allowing a quickie with minimal talking, sometimes covering his mouth and taking your own pleasure followed by leaving in a rush to the bar with Susan. It had happened a few times now that he was still hard, on the edge of finishing with your heavy pants echoing in his ear as you hopped off of him and smiled at him, telling him that you were finished and flying out the door. Every time he was shocked, thinking he had finally gotten what he wanted-your attention-and then finding out it backfired.

The final time he flirted with Amy in front of you was the breaking point. You watched him in the hallway just outside archives lean against the wall with his left hand, reaching for her hand and inspecting her nails. Amy giggled, completely unaware that just last night you were in his bed. You hoped that he smelled like you still, maybe just a little.

Amy pushed his chest back and he pretended to stumble, glancing at you and his eyes whipped back to Amy, laughing and pushing past her up the stairs. Amy sighed, waltzing into the archives and seeing you already looking at her. “I swear, he gets dreamier every day!”

You gave her a grunt as acknowledgment, looking back down at your notes and trying to not break your pencil. “Are we still going out tonight?” You asked, crossing your ankles under your desk.

“Yeah, let’s find someone hot for you tonight! You haven’t been laid in forever.” She pouted, grabbing files from your desk that were in the “put back” pile, and started going around to the shelves. She was one of the only ones you trusted to put your files away properly, and yet she was what Peña used to get under your skin. It wasn’t her fault.

“You’re right, maybe I can find Robert again?” You mumbled, mulling it over in your head. He wasn’t horrible, he just wasn’t great. Had little skill, and you had to do most of the work.

Peña was only halfway up the staircase, leaning against the wall listening to you make plans.

After hours of letting it simmer in your bones, you were angrier when Peña walked into the archives holding a bunch of files you told him to return to you a week ago. He tried pushing your buttons immediately, and instead of keeping a straight face, you snatched the files out of his hands, shoving him with your shoulder. He scoffed, surprised by your actions but wanting to see more.

“I told you to return these a week ago.” You growled, making his eyebrows rise to his hairline.

“Are you actually upset with me about that, or about Amy?” He was getting better at reading you, and he knew it when you rolled your eyes at him.

“Stop using her to try and get under my skin. She doesn’t know any better and I like her. If you don’t actually fuck her she’s going to come crying to me.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to his other leg and watching as you put away more files. He noted you get more aggressive as you slid each one into place, knocking over one of the boxes and grumbling to yourself.

He took a step toward you, trying to help pick up what you had knocked over and you yanked it out of his grip. He started getting frustrated, running his fingers through his hair as he watched your fingers twitch around the files he was just holding. You cemented it in your mind, hell-bent on going out. Fuck Peña, fuck your job, and fuck his stupid dick. You did not need him to get off.

It was like he could read your mind as he stood over you and the box he grabbed from the ground. “Face it cariño, you couldn’t even fuck someone else if you wanted to at this point. I am the only one that knows what you need.” He was growling at you, hovering over you, and moving the box out of your reach so you had to look at him.

“We will see about that.” You scoffed, pushing him away and setting the remaining files back on the shelf. The line he was crossing over and over at work got on your nerves as you walked over to the archives door and opened it. Anyone could walk by, and it let there be an invisible boundary.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He was gripping the side of the shelving, ready to knock it over. He didn’t understand how multiple times now you had gone out with your friends, making him stay up late and wonder if you were alright. Didn’t you understand that he wanted your attention and the only way to get it was to piss you off? He didn’t want anyone else, and you shouldn’t either.

“I am going out. I’m sure you listened in.” You spat, watching his cheeks redden at being caught. How could you read him so quickly but couldn’t tell that it was all just an act?

He sighed, exasperated with how you were responding. “Stop fucking around mi cielo, you’re mi-”

“I’m not, and you know it. We both agreed this was casual. Stop talking about this here.” You gritted your teeth and put your foot down, staring straight at him. “I’m tired of you acting like this. There is no skin to get under, you can do what you want, but you can’t be using my friends in front of me and then wonder why I am upset. I’m going to go out with them and have a good time.”

His jaw clenched, watching your arms cross your chest as he pushed the thought away of you in his car that first time and he sighed. Fine. “I’m going out too then.” He decided, not giving you a chance to respond before booking it out of the archives and out to the sidewalk for a smoke. You stressed him out beyond measure.

Javier watched you leave the embassy with Amy and Susan, laughing about something and Amy waved at him. He was aware of Murphy watching him, agitated and answering the phone with rough hello’s, but didn’t bring more attention to it beyond getting him to stay at his desk and going down for intel himself. He had an inkling you were the cause of Javier’s frustrations. Javier went home shortly after you left, getting ready quickly and making a few assumptions of what bar you would have gone to and headed out. He wasn’t planning on picking anyone up and only changed his pants to darker-washed jeans.

He eyed you from the bar, whiskey in his hand and eyes dragging up and down your figure. That blue short dress stops at your mid-thigh, legs for days, and heels for the first time in a while. He knew you did it because he was going to be there.

He watched shot after shot being thrown down your throat, knowing you weren’t typically this drunk in public. He glanced at Amy who had been eyeing him all night and gave her a nod, downing the rest of his whiskey and deciding that no more would be needed. He felt satisfaction at knowing he had gotten under your skin coming out but knew he needed to be watchful. Something in his gut told him that if he wasn’t careful you were going to get hurt. Maybe he needed to stop putting you into these positions.

You had only looked at Javier once the whole night, finding Robert, or really Roberto, apparently, (“Close enough” Susan mumbled at you clinking her glass with yours and laughing) and dancing with him and flirting to get free drinks. Tequila was flowing, and you felt like you could actually relax. You tried to not notice how Amy was eyeing Peña, looking to you to help her get in his pants. It wasn’t a lie to say that you were too drunk to really help.

Roberto leaned down to your ear and asked in broken English “If you wanted to step outside for a minute.” and you happily agreed. He grabbed your hand, and it was the only other time you allowed yourself to look at the bar, seeing Peña fuming. His hand was on his chin, eyes glued to you as he made eye contact. You smirked, raising your eyebrows and dropping the connection, tripping on the back of Roberto’s shoes and laughing.

He waited two whole seconds before standing up and following you outside. He didn’t really care that Amy was walking in his direction or that Susan was watching him almost shake as he pushed through the crowd to the side door you disappeared behind.

And there you were, leaning against the brick as he pulled out a cigarette. If he had to watch he would, but he was going to need something to stop him from running over there.

Your vision had honed in on Roberto, listening to him ask where you lived and maybe he could walk home with you and spend the night. You laughed, suggesting his place again before he leaned toward you and whispered, “How about here, puta?”

He grabbed you roughly and you tried to decline, laughing it off since you weren’t sure what that meant. Something in your memory of reading it on paper of quotes for intel told you it wasn’t good, but you still did not have the courage to ask Peña to help with translations. He was the only one that you were even tempted to ask, but he teased you too much about it for you to gather the courage.

When Roberto grabbed at your hips in a bruising manner you shook yourself out of your thoughts, now uncomfortable. “Get the fuck off me, Roberto.” Your voice was muffled to your own ears, the tequila hitting you harder than you expected.

Peña was halfway through his cigarette when he heard you tell Roberto to get off you. His eyes trailed up, seeing you wince away and try to shove, and Roberto’s smile was menacing. How many guys had you turned down that were aggressive like this?

Suddenly he was behind Roberto, seeing red. How had he gotten here, ready to defend you at a moment's notice after hating you for months? He grabbed his shirt and yanked him off you, twisting him around and punching him in the nose. The crack of cartilage vibrated through his arm, making him reel back and go for another punch.

Roberto moaned, grabbing at his face and looking up at Javier shocked. “Get the fuck out of here!” He yelled, the guy skittering away with blood rushing down his nose and over his neck, yelling profanities.

“Are you alright?” He turned around quickly, changing his tone to one of worry laced with irritation as he reached for your arms. You were shaking but also in a daze looking over his shoulder.

You were buzzed, irritated, and downright annoyed that Peña had followed you to the bar, and followed you to the alleyway, but felt sudden relief. You weren’t convinced the night would have ended well if he hadn’t stepped in. “I had it handled...” you mumbled, not believing yourself.

“Are you fucking serious?” Now Javier was mad, shaking himself as he watched you wipe at your lips and shiver. “He could have hurt you. You had it handled?” He continued to observe you, your eyes darting around to anywhere but his face, elbows scraped up from being pushed against the building. He thought about softening his tone.

“Yes.” You said, glancing up at his eye line. You lifted your shaking hand to your forehead to breathe when he lunged forward, pushing you roughly against the side of the building. “Javi-”

“Get me off you then, hermosa.” He didn’t want to pretend like he was going to hurt you, but something in him snapped with the way you were pretending to be strong, your actions gave you away. The shake in your hand, the way you clenched your jaw to hold back tears…

You struggled, picking up your knee to hit him but he avoided it, pushing you deeper into the brick and leaning forward to attach his lips to your jaw. He couldn’t help himself–your neck was shiny with sweat and while he was upset with your inability to see you were in danger, at least he was here–he could protect you.

You pushed, feeling yourself get ready to scream, tears leaking from your eyes and you started to give up. Why did Peña have to prove you wrong every time? “I can’t.”

He leaned back, hearing the catch in your throat and heaving a breath on your face. He reached his hand up to your hair, feeling his heart crumble when you winced away. “I’m sorry baby-you scared me when you left and I…I know you can handle yourself if you have to, but I don't want you to have to.”

Tears were willingly falling now as you looked up at him, leaning into the hand that rested on your cheek. “What does puta mean?” Your voice was barely a whisper as he tensed up, fingers scratching through your hair as he pulled you to him.

He sighed. “It means whore, mi cielo, did he call you that?”

You nodded into his chest, grabbing at his shirt around his waist. “And what does that mean? Cielo?”

“I’ll tell you another time. Will you let me take you home? So I know you’re safe?” He could have chased after that guy at that moment, but seeing you continue to shake gave him pause. He couldn’t let this happen again, and that meant he couldn’t keep trying to upset you at work.

You nodded again, pulling away and wiping at your eyes. “Let me go tell Susan and Amy so that they don’t get worried.”

He watched you walk away, following close behind as you found Amy and Susan together, leaning in to tell them you were heading home. Susan eyed him, his hand hovering over the small of your back, glancing at Amy and then you again before nodding at him. Amy also looked at him, eyebrows raised in understanding that something more was going on, and he vowed internally to pull her aside next week and try and explain what he had been doing for months.

He got you in his car, your head leaning against the glass and closing your eyes. He reached for your hand and squeezed your fingers, getting you to look at him. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, still dizzy from the tequila and not understanding why he was apologizing. “You don’t have to be.”

“I do, I–I keep trying to get you to react to me and I want you to see how much I want you and I am just going about it the wrong way. I know you want this to be kept under the radar, and I can understand why and I’ve been ignoring that by flirting with Amy in front of you.” He glanced at you, eyes focused on his profile and he sighed. “If I hadn’t been an asshole earlier then you wouldn’t have gotten into this situation, and I’m sorry.”

You paused, squeezing his hand tighter and leaning your head back against the glass. “Take me home, Javi.”

Javier had every intention of dropping you off at the door but watched as you stumbled and kicked off your shoes outside and he knew you were going to need more help. You hadn’t accepted his apology but didn’t deny it either, and that was as good as it was going to get.

He got out of the car, his own keys placed in his pocket as he plucked yours from your fingers easily, unlocking the knob and opening the door, and ushering you in quickly, shoes being kicked in behind. He locked it behind him, turning around to see you stumbling with one heel in each hand mumbling how they were uncomfortable.

No words were exchanged as he followed you up the stairs, hands hovering around your waist in case you took a misstep and into the bathroom. You dropped the shoes in your bedroom and turned around to him to show the zipper at your back. “Help me, please.”

He chuckled, holding up the collar of your dress with one hand as he clasped the zipper and pulled it down, finding you had nothing underneath. You went out like this? And he didn’t know? Maybe he was drunk.

You slipped out of the dress the rest of the way, leaning forward to start your shower and turning to him. His eyes stayed on your face and he swallowed heavily, clenching and unclenching his hands. “You can look if you want Javier.”

That was all the permission he needed to rove your chest and center. His knees felt like jelly as he saw red marks on your hips from earlier. Anger bloomed in his chest, knowing those would become bruises. His eyes came back up to yours as he reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Mi cielo means 'my heaven,' hermosa.”

Your breath caught, watching as he too started to strip off his clothes from the activities of the night. “Why do you call me that?”

“Because it's true.” He said simply, letting his pants fall and kicking off his boots. “Being with you is heaven, and I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

Tears filled your eyes as you glanced at your bare feet, feeling self-conscious. “I don’t think I can give you what you want, Javier.”

He sighed, stepping forward to pet your hair and kiss your forehead. “I’ll take whatever I can right now, cariño. Okay? Don’t feel pressured to–to be with me.” It was a hard pill to swallow, but he could do it. Time and time again he just wanted to be granted the chance to be in your presence. “I am only with you.”

Tears slipped free as you turned and stepped into the shower, holding on to his hand for balance and then pulling him with you. No other words were needed as you washed and cleaned your hair, letting the water take Roberto’s marks with it.

He knew you were too drunk to remember what he said in the morning, but the feeling still sunk in his chest that he had confessed to you what he was really feeling. Maybe he would have the courage to try again another night.

The next morning you woke up to his arms wrapped around your waist, fingers trailing down to your pajama pants, and playing with the untied string. “Good morning.” He rumbled into your ear, breathing out a chuckle at how you tensed initially and then relaxed.

“Did you spend the night?” You asked, tilting your head to look behind you and seeing he was bare-chested, only in his boxers, and glanced back up at his eyes.

“No, I just snuck in this morning.” He joked, wanting to see what all you remembered from last night.

“Please don’t leave, what if he followed us and knows where I live?” You cried, Javier helping the shirt over your arms and grabbing your face.

“Okay, cielo, I won’t leave you. It’s okay he won’t come back here.” He kissed your forehead and ushered you to bed, climbing in behind you.

“Will I always be your cielo?” You whispered, feeling yourself doze off, your tongue unable to wrap around the word. The hot water didn’t seem to help you become more sober, and it made you a crying mess that Javier had to soothe and try to not worry over.

He froze, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. “Yes baby, if you remember what that means in the morning then you can be.”

You laughed, lightly hitting his arm as you went to sit up. Flashes of the night before came to mind, hazy and confused but knowing that Javier was there to make sure you got home. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

He smiled, watching you stand and stretch as he lazed on your pillow. “Of course hermosa, do you remember much of it?”

You looked in the mirror, seeing your hips from lifting your shirt slightly, and brushed your fingers against the green bruises. They wouldn’t be deep, but you saw the way Javier’s eyes blazed with anger at seeing them again. “I remember that you were there to help me when shit was going downhill. And that I think Amy and Susan are suspicious.” You paused, squinting lightly to try and relive parts of last night. “And that puta means whore, but after you unlocked the door I don’t really know. Did we-?”

“No, you just asked me to stay and you were kinda mean about it whenever I tried to leave so I thought it best to wait.” He joked, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You smiled at him, watching as he propped his head on his arm as he laid back flat, looking at your ceiling before you went back to bed and crawled over him.

“How can I ever thank you?” You whispered, leaning down to capture his lips in a quick kiss before digging your nails into his chest, his heartbeat speeding up under your palm. He was already growing hard, thinking that even though he apologized last night that you might still be mad at him. He wanted to make it up to you.

You released him, watching as his pupils blew wide and he reached for the back of your neck to pull you down again, biting at your jaw gently. “Get on your side mi cielo.”

Your heartbeat fluttered, recalling that word but unable to place it as you rolled off of him and put your ass to his center, sliding your pants and underwear down and off your legs as he lifted your left leg. He supported himself on one arm, grabbing at your hair to twist your head to look up at him as he rested your leg on his hip. He shoved his boxers down to release himself, resting his hardened cock on your inner thigh. “Stay there baby, are you wet for me? You want to thank me for last night?”

His fingers grazed your clit, making you gasp and reach back to his hip. He dipped down to your entrance, feeling your slick already begin to pool. “You feel like heaven, hermosa.”

He chuckled as he watched the words click in your head, sinking into you with one hand in your hair, one on your clit encouraging you to keep your leg lifted for him. As he entered you, the hand between your thighs reaching to direct himself briefly before returning, your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack, immediately on edge already. “Fuck–Peña-”

“Really?” He punctuated his frustration with a harder thrust making you squeak and grab his bicep quickly. “You still want to be professional with me after I have told you that you are literal heaven? Mi cielo? For fucks sake baby-christ-” He groaned, burying himself in you and pausing as he leaned down to your ear. “You don’t have to like it baby, but you’re mine and that isn’t fucking changing any time soon. Pretend all you want, but you call me Javi when I fuck you.”

He picked up his pace again, letting go of your hair and sitting up, maneuvering your legs to be on either side of his hips and him between your thighs, pushing your legs up for a different angle. His heaven, his Earth, his light, it didn’t matter-he couldn’t stop now.

You couldn’t process what he was saying quickly enough to respond, your release sneaking up on you as you reached for his shoulders and dug your nails in, leaning your head back and exposing the column of your throat to him. He leaned forward brushing his beard and mustache against your neck as he breathed you in, groaning into his own release.

When you both caught your breath, he pulled out, looking down at your heavy lids and wondered if he said too much. You reached for him, pulling his face toward yours to brush your lips against his and giggled. “Don’t be surprised if I don’t remember what that means, Javi.”

He let out a surprised laugh, kissing you quickly. “I’ll get you a book so you can work on it, baby.”

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ami-v-dragnire · 2 years

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Your art trademark is this line lines style and the way you draw blush. Also tattooed Aziraphale and patterns on fabric and plants 💜

hi hi!! heh heh avoiding linework by not doing linework. but then give myself sooo much line stuff to do on the itty bitty details ahahaha. I project onto aziraphale sooo much, mate. everything they are, i want. thank you !!!

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ask box is always open, come say hi!

#ami v speaks #asks #<3 #still feels wild that my stuff is recognisable

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lazorbeanz · 29 days

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Sonamy Headcanons because I’m deprived and extremely delulu 🙃

🩷 Sonic has like- telepathic senses that tell him whenever Amy is in potential danger

“My Amy Senses are tingling..” 🤣

if you’ve watched Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse, you’ll get it lololol

💙 Sonamy road trips roles

Amy: driver, trip organiser, checklists checklist checklists, “DONT EAT THOSE THEY’RE FOR THE TRIP!!”, carpool karaoke *whips out her inner Ariana Grande*, “eughhh Sonic did you fart?!”

Sonic: passenger princess, DJ, snacc provider (and eater), sleeping beauty, “couldn’t we just use my speed to get there?”, argues with the GPS because he knows a faster route (one not requiring the road)

🩷 Sonic and Amy playing table tennis:

Amy: sonic, serve

Sonic: *💁‍♂️🕺*

Amy: no- serve the BALL xD

💙 Person: “are you two dating?”

Sonic and Amy: *while holding hands* “no”

🩷 Though he doesn’t admit it, Sonic also loves his quills massaged. Sometimes when Sonic and Amy are chilling under a tree together, and he ends up dozing off, Amy will rest his head on her lap and stroke her hand through his quills, resulting in a few faint purrs from the hedgehog, which she secretly gushes over about

💙 They could be arguing for 5 minutes straight and after be like:

“I LOVE YOUUUU!!” >:O

“I LOVE YOU TOOOOOO!!!!” >:O

🩷 Amy finds shopping twice as fun with Sonic because he will just sit her in the shopping cart, as they zip up and down the aisles whilst grabbing the items on the list…getting it all done in 2 minutes tops. They call it the Operation: S^2 (Speed Shopping)

💙 Sonic and Amy could already be years into marriage but will still do or say things that’ll make the other flustered, like the times when they were dating.

🩷 Amy knows that if Sonic is being really flirty with her, he usually wants something.

💙 If Sonic and Amy are both sick one day, they will tell off each other, insisting they should be at home resting.

It results in both of them at Amy’s house, snuggled up on the couch binging movies.

🩷 As much as Amy likes sharing the goss with rouge and the girls, there’s nothing like sharing it with her bf because he goes all “omg gurl no wayyy! 💅” or he starts spilling his own tea with her lmao “omg bestie you won’t believe who I saw the other day…”

💙 Sonic plans secret meet ups with Cream, who teaches him how to make her signature flower crowns…he hopes to master it so he can make Amy one, one day…

🩷 (this following hc was an idea from a comic I believe..don’t know who made it but if u do pls let me know for credit purposes ig kajsjwidj)

Amy knows how Sonic can sometimes struggle to speak his feelings and is often an action over words type of guy. So she came up with this thing that anytime Sonic wants to tell Amy he loves her, without verbally saying it, all he needs to do is squeeze her hand 3 times; I. Love. you.

💙 When Amy told Sonic she wanted to go dancing with him, she didn’t expect it to be just dance…anyways she had tons of fun!

🩷 If they have sleepovers, it’s a tradition that they wear matching onesies (guys comment what they should be hehe)

💙 Amy uses Sonic as the makeup tester. He ends up looking ready for the circus afterwards but he honestly doesn’t mind this because he gets tons of kissies when she’s trying out the lipsticks

🩷 Walks along the beach are nice and romantic until Sonic decides to be a lil shh and kick sand in Amy’s shoes *cue her dragging her naughty bf towards the ocean*

💙 Amy’s a sucker for old school romance; love letters, flowers, fancy dates…and Sonic knows this. (Well EVERYONE does actually…) So one day, despite how inexperienced he is in the whole romance department, sets aside time to work on writing a letter, buying flowers and arranging somewhere nice to take Amy out for her to fulfil her romance fantasies. She’ll even get to dress up for this occasion

🩷 Sonic helping out Amy in the kitchen be like:

“A-Amy…I burnt the water…”

“Sonic how TF did you BURN the water?!”

“I DONT KNO-”

💙 Amy is having a downer and is very clingy…so here is Sonic running his gf’s errands, with his gf clinging onto him. People will see this unusual phenomenon and he just gives them all the stare…nothing to see here! I mean it ain’t the first time he’s had to cart a pink hedgehog round the place

🩷 For the longest time, Amy has had a box sitting aside in her closet, containing a new special swim shirt, arm floaties, and a swimming kickboard, for when Sonic decides to finally learn how to swim. She can’t see the day any of the contents will be used but she could only hope.

💙 Sonic keeps an umbrella on standby for future “need to share an umbrella” emergencies

🩷 In the winter, they’re practically inseparable, using each other desperately to warm up. Because of this Tails had to design them jackets with instant heating, but they still end up back together even though they aren’t freezing anymore

#yep still normal about them guys mhm #I swear if someone draws out one of these hcs I might die #I love them so much ajsjwjaidjsjdh #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #amy rose #sonamy #sonic x Amy #sonic and Amy #sonamy headcanons #sonamy brainrot

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